toasty digital - MAAD WORLD lyrics
[toasty digital - MAAD WORLD lyrics]
Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Brace yourself
I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how
I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and
Plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant
But the stress that weighin' on your brain
It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan
YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans it got ugly
Wavin' yo' hand out the
Window – check yourself!
Uh, Warriors and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with
His brains blown out
At the same burger stand where beep hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder
Sayin' that he did it
But еver since that day
I was lookin' at him differеnt
That was back when I was nine
Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime
Pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if
You ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers
Suck a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets comin'
From AK's, AR's, "Ayy, y'all duck!"
That's what Momma said when we
Was eatin' that free lunch
Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94
Fuck yo' truce!
Now crawl your head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty
Just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner between the
Sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley
Make sure your color's correct
Make sure you're corporate or they'll
Be callin' your mother collect
They say the governor collect
All of our taxes, except
When we in traffic and tragic happens
That shit ain't no threat
You movin' backwards if you suggest that
You sleep with a TEC
Go buy a chopper and have
A doctor on speed dial, i guess
MAAd city
I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how
I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and
Plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant
But the stress that weighin' on your brain
It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan
YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans it got ugly
Wavin' yo' hand out the
Window – check yourself!
Uh, Warriors and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with
His brains blown out
At the same burger stand where beep hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder
Sayin' that he did it
But еver since that day
I was lookin' at him differеnt
That was back when I was nine
Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime
Pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if
You ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers
Suck a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets comin'
From AK's, AR's, "Ayy, y'all duck!"
That's what Momma said when we
Was eatin' that free lunch
Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94
Fuck yo' truce!
Now crawl your head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty
Just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner between the
Sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley
Make sure your color's correct
Make sure you're corporate or they'll
Be callin' your mother collect
They say the governor collect
All of our taxes, except
When we in traffic and tragic happens
That shit ain't no threat
You movin' backwards if you suggest that
You sleep with a TEC
Go buy a chopper and have
A doctor on speed dial, i guess
MAAd city